[Locked To Basement Residents]

[clockwork_doc]

What in the name of Sir Isaac H. Newton HAPPENED in the basement lobby?? I wasn't present -- I'd vacated the lobby earlier to redo my ruined designs -- but I've heard some fantastical reports. Angels, demons, Torchwood, people getting shot, someone exiling himself. . . .

I am in no mood for people dying, so someone tell me we're all still alive, if not in the best condition. That applies especially to Aubrey, Revan, and Gladys.

Oh, Aubrey, here's my flux capacitor sketch. I'll be bringing it and some other papers when we work on the Skid -- but I figured you might like to get an early look at it:


(OOC: Picture taken from a BTTF paper props site)

Comments

[thecellsiam.livejournal.com]

I'm alright. I was still in the lobby when Romana (well, I'm assuming that was who it was -- Angry Angel with an Army, seems about right) came in, and given the look on her face and the sudden number of people in the lobby I Skedaddled pretty damn fast. So I've no actual idea of what went on either. ...though all the gunshots have guaranteed that I'm not exiting my room again today. D:

Got a screenshot (er, well, yes, I don't know if I explained those) of the sketch now -- computer journals ftw! -- so I can look at it a bit more, but I'm just gonna say this: Labels are useful, Doc. :P

[Locked to Doc] ...I'm scared.

[curtainfalling]

I'm fine, Doc. I wasn't in the lobby when it went down. But after what happened, I'm seriously considering packing up and leaving with Jack. I cannot work under the thumb of someone like Romana. I would strongly suggest doing the same, but obviously, you don't have to. It's just that, she doesn't give a damn about any of us. We're tools to her, nothing more.